CHAPTER XX
PRESTON AGAIN
I had seen d**k off at Paddington, after asking the guard to keep an eye on him as far as Windsor, and was walking thoughtfully through the park towards Albert Gate, when a man, meeting me where the paths cross, asked if he might speak to me. Almost instantly I recognized him. It was the man who had followed Preston, Jack, and myself on the previous night, and been pointed out to us by Preston.
“I trust,” he said, when I had asked him rather abruptly what he wanted to speak to me about, “that you will pardon my addressing you, sir, but there is something rather important I should like to say to you if you have a few minutes to spare.”
“Who are you?” I inquired. “What’s your name?”
“I would rather not tell you my name,” he answered, “and for the moment it is in
